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 St. Petersburg, in a white brocade robe trimmed with gold, and a tall, pointed hat, came from behind the iconostase, bearing an icon, and followed by a priest with holy water. About ten more priests succeeded them, in gorgeous dress.

Who would not be an emperor's grandson. My republican brain was so dazzled by this time that I had no thought of criticism. Judith looked calmly superior,—as if she had been accustomed to such scenes from her childhood,—while I felt quite plebeian; for I could not hide my wonder and admiration.

The priests passed us as they went towards the entrance of the chapel, where they met the Emperor, who kissed the icon, and was sprinkled with holy water. He then bowed to us: we returned the salutation; and he stood on one side, while each member of his family entered, and followed his example. The procession then walked to the font, and the imperial family took up their positions inside the gilt rail. After the rest of the party had passed, the baby, completely covered with cloth of gold, was borne in on a cushion by the Princess Kourakine. The trains of the grand duchesses were carried by pages.

The maids of honor and ladies and gentlemen belonging to the court now entered, and quite filled the chapel. George stood near me, with a cold, uninterested look on his face, his arms folded, and his eyes travelling about in all directions.

The service lasted over two hours, during which time we were obliged to stand. I could have borne this with